'No. Unless you decide to tell Nick.'
'I wasn't planning on it.'
She laid her hand on top of his and flashed a weary smile. Her cigarette had died without her taking two puffs. 'Does it bother you that I like you as much as I do?'
'I'm getting used to it,' he admitted.
'Any other women in your life?'
'Just Mabel. She's my neighbor back in Florida.'
'The same Mabel who sent you the funny fax?'
'That's her. Speaking of which, did you happen to see a fax for me in the past hour or so?'
'God, Tony, I've been so busy, the casino could have caught on fire and I probably wouldn't have noticed.'
'Holyfield really draws the crowds, huh?'
'It's like Fourth of July and New Year's rolled into one.'
Valentine motioned to the waitress for another round.
'So,' Roxanne said, 'are you serious about Mabel?'
Serious about Mabel? He'd never looked at their friendship in that light. With a smile he said, 'It's not that kind of relationship.'
'Oh.' She twirled the rim of her wineglass with her manicured fingernail. 'What kind of relationship is it?'
'We tread water together.'
'No other girlfriends?'
'No.'
Their drinks came. The waitress said, 'This one's on the house,' and nodded at the bar. Valentine caught the eye of his favorite bartender and lifted his glass to him.
'You know,' Roxanne said, 'I'm older than you think I am.'
Valentine almost said 'I know' and wisely stopped himself. 'How old are you, twenty-eight?'
'Very funny. How old are you?'
'I'm sixty-two,' he confessed.
She didn't blink. 'I'm thirty-eight.'
Sixty-two plus thirty-eight was one hundred-divided by two was fifty, the prime of life. He could live with that.
'So what's holding you back from dating,' she said. 'Your health?'
'Everything worked the last time I checked.'
She cracked a smile. 'Then what?'
'You ever been married?'
'Stop avoiding the question.'
'I'm not. Have you ever taken the plunge?'
'Yeah. It lasted a couple of years.'
'Mine lasted thirty-five. My wife died in November. Part of me is still married to her. Letting go isn't easy.'
'Ever thought about seeing a therapist?' she said quietly.
'It hasn't been a problem until now,' he admitted.
There were a stack of faxes in the tray when Roxanne checked a few minutes later. Mabel's latest parody was on the bottom of the pile, and Roxanne brought it to the front desk and handed it to him.
'I need another favor,' Valentine said. 'Can you make it look like I've checked out of the hotel?'
'Sure,' she said. 'You feuding with your son again?'
'No, no, just trying to send up a smoke screen.'
'Consider it done.'
'Thanks a lot.'
'I'm off tomorrow,' she said as he started to walk away.
Valentine came back to the desk. 'Any plans?'
She shrugged. 'Sleep in, watch the soaps. Maybe rent a movie. I've been wanting to see The Full Monty.'
The Full Monty? Did she really want to watch a bunch of pasty-skinned Limeys get naked? Women had sure changed since he'd last checked in. It was his turn to say something, but he was not sure what. Should he ask her to grab a cheeseburger, go see a movie, get an ice cream cone? None of those activities sounded with it anymore.
'Can I call you?' he asked timidly.
'Sure.' She jotted her number on a blank receipt. 'I know a great little vegetarian burger place on the south side of town.'
Vegetarian burger? Wasn't that an oxymoron? And who'd said anything about dinner? A phone call was all he was promising-only, she was beaming like a lantern and he was not about to shut her off.
'Sounds great,' he said.
There was a mob at the elevators. Valentine got behind two African-American couples wearing EVANDER HOLYFIELD-PEOPLE'S CHAMPION T-shirts who seemed to be part of a tour group. They chatted excitedly, their voices filled with the kind of electricity that only a heavyweight contest can produce. Unfolding Mabel's fax, his eyes quickly skimmed the page. She'd gone back to what she did best, parodying the classifieds. Attention, internet sex junkies. Tired of the same old porn? Young naked girls in voyeur dorms no longer turn you on? Pamela Lee starting to look like someone's old coat? Grandma Mabel has got just the solution. That's right, naked pictures of old ladies. Don't laugh-they turned your old man on! Send $5.00 to P.O. Box 1005, Palm Harbor, Florida, 34682.
'Mabel, Mabel, Mabel,' he was saying into the phone a minute later, staring at himself in the mirror over the bed. 'This has nothing to do with Gerry and me. You can't run this ad.'
'Of course I can,' she insisted.
'I'm not saying it isn't funny,' he said. 'It's very funny, and it will probably make a lot of people laugh.'
'So what's your gripe?' she snapped irritably. When he didn't call back right away, she had gone outside to feed the birds and now answered the phone breathless and out of sorts. 'Afraid your little boy is starting to usurp you?'
Valentine stared at the receiver clutched in his hand. Suddenly Roxanne's question about the nature of their relationship was taking on new meaning. 'Are you angry at me?' he asked.
'Yes.'
'A thousand apologies,' he said from his heart.
'Thank you. Now, what's wrong with my little parody?'
'You're breaking the law, that's all.'
She let out a gasp. 'Are you going to explain,' she said after a lengthy pause, 'or is this your version of Chinese water torture?'
'You put your real P.O. box in the ad. The post office will have a problem with that. They'll probably fine you.'
'I can live with that.'
'If some idiot sends you a check, then it's mail fraud, which is a felony. You don't have a previous record, so they'd probably go easy on you. Six months' probation and a few hundred hours' community work down at the library. And you'll get your picture in the paper-or should I say your mug shot.'
'You're serious about this,' she said.
'Dead serious. You can commit a crime without having intent to commit a crime. You understand what I'm saying? The law doesn't cut you much slack in that regard. I tried to explain this to Gerry a few years ago when he was running a mail-order business out of his basement. He didn't listen.'
'What was he selling?'
'Edible condoms. He called it A Taste of Paris. He shipped a few boxes to some state like Utah where everything is illegal and he got nailed. I had to bail him out of jail.'
'Oh, Tony, I hope I can get this ad out of the paper.'
